Gabriel
We don’t end up in New York or Los Angeles, but Seattle. It’s a strategic move on our part. The weather is milder, the city’s by far more affordable, and there are plenty of good schools for Odette to attend.
I walk my daughter up the path toward her school, my hand giving her shoulder a gentle push as she clutches her pink Dora the Explorer backpack. It’s her first day, so I don’t blame her when she shoots me a hesitant look.
“What if I don’t make friends?” she asks in a small voice.
I crouch down and kiss her forehead. “I’m sure you will.”
“And you promise they speak French?”
I nod. “Yes, ma chérie, I promise. This is a French-immersion school. Do you know what that means?” Odette shakes her head. “It means they teach everything in French. You’ll be able to understand all y
